Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bang on a Can All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Panda Bear,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Pagans,
New Order,
Crime,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
New Age Steppers,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Lou Christie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Technova,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Soft Cell,
The Moody Blues,
The Black Dice,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
The Cramps,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
The Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Carl Craig,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Misunderstood,
The Monochrome Set,
Ice-T,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Simply Red,
Glambeats Corp.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.